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thesealovesme · 3 years

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@necroarchy HOWLED: How much more must you lose due to your weakness before you do something about it.

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

OH, STUPID CHILD, DID YOU EVER STOP TO CONSIDER YOU DESERVE REJECTION? Of course he had - and survival was his penance. For all those foolish enough to save his worthless hide, he had brought naught but disappointment, despair and death. For his Beloved, he proved an ungrateful, selfish brat, cursing her name until she finally CURSED HIM BACK. And for his benefactor, he that took in a feral stray, he had first left and proved NOTHING, only to return and fail utterly in the single task given to him. He was no guardian, so why pretend as such? Those he had tried to protect, those whose past bumped hard against his, all he had managed to do for them was sink a few boats. For her who brought his mind back from the brink, well, the depths had taken her just the same, the dangling charm at his throat his only parting gift. He still couldn’t read, and in his haste to defend she that smelled so like the sea, she had witnessed the cause for his epithet. There was a break in the film reel, and his expression shredded itself into frame, razor gold sinking into an ocean of white as jaws parted, a sudden swell of rage drizzling out just as soon as it reared.

“.. what... what th’ hell am I supposed te’ go an’ do about it? Get stronger? That what ye’ want me to say? Ain’t this what bein’ a pirate is about? The freedom ta’ fuck up whenever ye’ want? ..hau hau hau.... HAAUU HAU HAU!! THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S HOW IT BE! Everything, then! How about that for an answer? Until the tide takes me and returns me to my Beloved, I don’t feel like changing a thing!“

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thesealovesme · 3 years

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@necroarchy HOWLED: Stabs at

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

Hellish inclination, by which the scorned and discarded SON OF CREATION felt the need to involve himself in the unlife of his FAILED, DEAD AND GONE charge - which meant the god before him should hold the title of... what? Family? He remembered sunrise gold spun from the same thread as a dandelion puff, an almost angelic presence, powerful and regal and beautiful, that you could almost see between the little hummed verses that a small girl sung. And before him was what was left, plus a bunch of other shit that he couldn’t(didn’t care to) comprehend. So he’d make nice, for her sake, for Doffy’s sake, because deep deep deep deep down, he wanted to be a good boy for those who had saved him. But for his Beloved, he would not die, and wretched was the STENCH of thousands of screaming souls - as soon as the blade neared, he had already tensed, an intense instinct allowing a swift retreat. Not his normal method, but he knew better by now. He might be a failure of a son, a lover, a guardian, a brother, but he wasn’t about to challenge the monarch on any real basis.

“Oi, oi, oi - ! What’s with that? I ain’t askin’ fer’ much, just a drink. Anywho, I already went an’ said I was sorry fer’ wrecking... ah, the Plackworks? Hnn..”

#necroarchy #Found the snail| |Answered #Zoey;;DEATH DOES NOT ABSOLVE THESE TIES| |Zoen #CHAINED;;HOLD BACK RAGNAROK| |Maveric #[[ BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK ]]#[[ DON'T STAB HIM!! ]]

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thesealovesme · 3 years

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@acherys HOWLED: *pounds table* give her a kish! give! zoen! a kish! writing maveric giving zoen a kish!

you never specified age so i get to make this sad

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

And who here was the ghost? Was it her, who truly died in agony and horror only to return with purpose and passion? Or he, whose body continued to breathe, yet whose spirit had died thrice over? Was it her, who made bonds and lead armies, who struggled valiantly against bitter odds, who fought her demons and only lost a few times? She who fought GODS and changed the world? Or was it him, who was a specter? He who could not, and would not, fight against GODS, he who held nothing close and failed to defend what he held dear, he who smashed to bits every important thing, until REJECTION was the forefront of a waning sanity. (AFTER ALL, IT IS YOU WHO WAS FORGOTTEN, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. GHOSTS ARE THE PAST THAT ONE HAS MOVED ON FROM. WHICH MAKES YOU....) Even now, he trailed behind her like a lingering haunt, as useful as a rotten apple core, the only one among them who recalled the honey-sweet scent and view of golden wheat, the seafoam brightness that reminded him of his Beloved. He really was a fuck-up of a guy, wasn’t he? She was lucky she didn’t remember calling him ‘Big brother’. A fuckup, sure - but he was also relentlessly selfish - so here was a broad palm, extended first to take hold a firm grip against a strong, cold shoulder, to gently beckon the deathly knight to look his way. A free palm, calloused beyond the ability to feel much, would sweep icy locks from her brow, and even if she opted to behead him before he could make contact, a pair of scarred lips pressed evenly against the revealed dead skin. He had done things like that, a long time ago, she had to show him how, of course, since he’d mostly just growl about it... Palms would raise immediately afterwards in an idle surrender, and if no soul-stealing weapon had made itself known to his innards, the ashen beast would back up.

“Eesh, ye’ stink, Zoey.”

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thesealovesme · 4 years

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ITEM DROP CHALLENGE

if your character was an npc, what items would they drop when they flee combat/are killed?

repost, don’t reblog !

3-5 common items ( would drop every time )

01. Broken Sake bottle // It wasn’t a very expensive brand, the remnants of alcohol still drip from the shattered glass, implying it was recently being consumed. All in all, pretty useless.

02. Den Den Mushi // Currently confined within its flamboyantly pink shell, the snail phone is adorned with ridiculous shades and a feathery little coat, both sides branded with the symbol of the Donquixote pirates.

03. Offering to the Sea Gods // A plain old wooden barrel, filled with random items collected around the island, most are worthless, but there are a few things you could likely sell for a decent sum.

04. Handful of seashells // You can’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia holding them, but other than that, there doesn’t seem to be a significant use for them. Turning one over, there seems to be a few strands of golden hair stuck inside, along with a scrawled, engraved name: (ZOEY.)

05. Iron charm Necklace // Not worth much due to the lack of precious metal, the charm is shaped like the Bloody Moon’s Sea King, and is rather worn. It must have taken quite a craftsman to make something so intricate yet so small.

1-2 rare item(s) ( maybe a 5-7% drop chance )

01. Sea King’s harness // The makeshift device used to secure both luggage and one’s rear end onto the huge Sea King ‘Yarou’, once the main vessel and companion of the notorious pirate. Perhaps now that you’ve killed his master, he would be willing to listen to you, instead?

02. Golden Gun of the Celestial Dragons // Pristine in make, beautifully crafted with the Unelanvhi family crest engraved into one side, this gun would be worth a fortune if it didn’t imply that you had either stolen from, or killed a Tenryuubito. You may want to leave it where it is, and not ask too many questions.

tagged by: @acherys reposted hers so I’m being sad too!! tagging: Everyone on my dashboard that sees this pls thx.

#WANTED| |BLOODY MOON MAVERIC #Where's that Snail| |MEMES #Zoey;;DEATH DOES NOT ABSOLVE THESE TIES| |Zoen #Violet Ferret Queen;;WE WILL SURVIVE| |Loni #Doffy;;Heaven called and still no one ANSWERED| |Doflamingo #CHAINED;;HOLD BACK RAGNAROK| |Maveric #[[ doesn't do anything for three months then comes back sometimes just to copy frost before leaving again u v u ]]

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thesealovesme · 4 years

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Hands like claws would fist in his lapels and close the distance between his face and her snarl. " 'Less you wanna join that sister of yours in whatever muddy stream her bones are rottin' in, I'd kindly suggest you /fuck off already./"

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

Ah. Now she had teeth. Now she had a chance in hell. Maybe it for the best, then, that his name had DIED ON HER LIPS the same day a light in the darkness had finally flickered free of a hopeless burden. (She doesn’t want you.) (She never needed you.)(You are WORTHLESS to h̘e͙̯̗̰̘̲ͅr͚̭͞.) (How many times will you fail before you give it up.) (A GOD WITH NO SHRINE IS NOT EVEN A MEMORY.) (YOU ARE NOTHING.)Beside her grave was several more, buried deep, deep down, covered in GUILT, poisoned by the thick scent of alcohol that gave his heart no solace - and here, screaming chaos as a wounded beast, was her same face - marred, disfigured, pained, but hers. They had dug her up and stitched havoc into her veins, and she continued.And here he was, who refused to end even if he could truly find no reason to exist. (Even you, huh?) (Fuck off already, eh?) (I’msorryfatherI’msorrymyBelovedI’msorryDoffyI’msorryZoeyI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry I’m - - -)

He would survive, of course - if not for himself, but for the mistake of saving a rot-awful brat and exposing him to LOVE. (He knew what it was, and he felt it, longed for it. The fool thought he could LOVE others the same.)Bravado made null, cleaved in two by savagery he invoked upon himself, the ashen monstrosity released a single, ragged breath, having no more spirit to even show his teeth in the ghost of amusement.

“Wonder how many more times I kin’ go about hearin’ that… Before it starts soundin’ like the right course? Either or, those little fangs ah’ yours don’t go makin’ me mind ye’ at all. I kin’ see her right now, without goin’ anywhere. Good ta’ see ya’ finally tell folks off for botherin’ ye’, though, Zoey.”

;;Take me then, it’s where I belong, the sea, sea, by the wrathful God of the sea.| |

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thesealovesme · 5 years

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ITEM DROP CHALLENGE

if your character was an npc, what items would they drop when they flee combat/are killed?

repost, don’t reblog !

3-5 common items ( would drop every time )

01. Broken Sake bottle // It wasn’t a very expensive brand, the remnants of alcohol still drip from the shattered glass, implying it was recently being consumed. All in all, pretty useless.

02. Den Den Mushi // Currently confined within its flamboyantly pink shell, the snail phone is adorned with ridiculous shades and a feathery little coat, both sides branded with the symbol of the Donquixote pirates.

03. Offering to the Sea Gods // A plain old wooden barrel, filled with random items collected around the island, most are worthless, but there are a few things you could likely sell for a decent sum.

04. Handful of seashells // You can’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia holding them, but other than that, there doesn’t seem to be a significant use for them. Turning one over, there seems to be a few strands of golden hair stuck inside, along with a scrawled, engraved name: (ZOEY.)

05. Iron charm Necklace // Not worth much due to the lack of precious metal, the charm is shaped like the Bloody Moon’s Sea King, and is rather worn. It must have taken quite a craftsman to make something so intricate yet so small.

1-2 rare item(s) ( maybe a 5-7% drop chance )

01. Sea King’s harness // The makeshift device used to secure both luggage and one’s rear end onto the huge Sea King ‘Yarou’, once the main vessel and companion of the notorious pirate. Perhaps now that you’ve killed his master, he would be willing to listen to you, instead?

02. Golden Gun of the Celestial Dragons // Pristine in make, beautifully crafted with the Unelanvhi family crest engraved into one side, this gun would be worth a fortune if it didn’t imply that you had either stolen from, or killed a Tenryuubito. You may want to leave it where it is, and not ask too many questions.

tagged by: @acherys thanks this MADE ME SAD tagging: @bucketfullofocs @yakiire @gcrifin @mcnypieces @anahori-simon @choudaigurrendan @glxtzy @maljefe

#Where's that Snail| |MEMES #CHAINED;;HOLD BACK RAGNAROK| |Maveric #STUPID FISH| |Yarou #BLOODY MOON| |Maveric #Zoey;;DEATH DOES NOT ABSOLVE THESE TIES| |Zoen #Violet Ferret Queen;;WE WILL SURVIVE| |Loni #Doffy;;Heaven called and still no one ANSWERED| |Doflamingo #[[ HE HAS A CHANCE TO DROP A MOUNT ]]#[[ A MOUNT GUYS!! ]]#[[ it's aquatic tho get fuckin wrecked ]]

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thesealovesme · 5 years

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"You don't gotta tell me if you don't wanna." She treads softly into the territory of this minefield, wary of an explosion - but not so wary as to not tread at all. "But I was wonderin' where you came from. Before here, I mean."

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

RUN AND HIDE, CHILD LOST IN TIME, THEY KNOW WHERE YOU ARE AND NO ONE IS COMING TO SAVE YOU. (Only her, only her, only her. Only SHE who LOVES YOU.)Pain endured, nerves ablaze with electric fire, the distant howls echoing across reason, there was no escaping pinprick agony until his senses finally gave way and he… became stronger, perhaps.Or… maybe by SHINING SAINTS AND VIBRANT HEAVEN was her inquiry bound for? A distant, so distant boy sat alone in a lavish palace full of everything beautiful about the world, gazing at a glass wall teeming with jewels of every size, shape and hue.… he didn’t know him. Didn’t recognize him at all. (Who the fuck is he?)

“Fuckin’ trash heap, full’a huge bugs, dumb lizards.”

Trauma only lived in the moment it was recalled, and a desperate defense was to do EVERYTHING ELSE so that it overlapped the past. A scarred palm raised, momentarily, to nudge the little black fluff-pile who curled so gracelessly into his thigh.

“Wolves - big as fuck, smart. Never caught me, She protected me, I survived. Shitfuck story, Zoey, pick somethin’ else.”

;;Take me then, it’s where I belong, the sea, sea, by the wrathful God of the sea.|

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thesealovesme · 5 years

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In an explosion of tinder bits and shrapnel does a poor nutcracker soldier meet its end, executed for the crime of coming too near Dressrosa's newest honored guest. He resembles the wolf even more than the boy for a moment, lips pulled back in a snarl ( that looks just like --- )

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

A long while it had been since the deep-set crooning of authority had cackled through the expressive mouth of a flamboyantly dressed snail. He avoided it, the city of eternal samba, skirting the regrets and guilt that encompassed every view, every corner where golden strands wisped delicately in front of curious malachite rushed to meet him each time he had visited, prior. (You may as well have killed her, for all you did to stop it.)A foul regard for the world set in stone as the ashen beast prowled without mercy through gilded halls and tropical luxury, guards immediately stepping aside as soon as he crammed a worn loafer into their faces AND SHOVED.Disregarding the scent of DEATH AND WRATH that hung in the air like the blade to a scaffold, the irritable pacing of a massive predator in the den of something more powerful causing a vague lapse in cognitive awareness. Up until chips of a fragmented forgotten soul were hurled in all directions, one destined to be smashed into the wall by a will-coated fist before it could cut into fallow flesh. A slow glance askance, teeth against teeth - and a pause.

“ - - H’ah? …. Angel? Ye’… ye’.. s’at you? Ya’ look… ridiculous sittin’ around Doffy’s place..!”

There was no tact to be had, it seemed.

;;Take me then, it’s where I belong, the sea, sea, by the wrathful God of the sea.|

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thesealovesme · 5 years

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Continued Via - [ X ] @acherys

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

The uncertain reality that any passerby would face was daunting; a single, scarred, unarmed youth with nigh but open palms and a terrible mouth, facing down a swordsman and her wolf. How frightening it was, when one was hunted without means or hope, with safe haven to reconcile with, with only LOVE OF YOUR OWN TO SPARE. His expression was a moonlit cemetery, rows of pearlescent graves a blockade against the gallows, downturned in a WANING CRESCENT. She was only as prickly as wheat in a field, the golden puff of air as a dandelion tossed its seeds into the air, a derelict fanfare of life - her stance was not weak, but she could not SURVIVE(you did, you will) the way she was now. There was no poise in that weapon, no intent steadfast enough to overwhelm his indomitable need for breath and repentance, and when she moved, he had already brought a palm forth to meet the broad side of the blade, to nudge it even more off course than it already careened. While there was a lack of finesse, she had certainly made up for in resolve and throughput, as the fabric clinging to his abdomen was separated at the seam, the faintest hint of nicked flesh flowering pink on fallow skin. A PACK NEVER HUNTS ALONE - AN OPPORTUNITY TO STRIKE, TAKEN IN A HEARTBEAT. The ashen youth was prepared, bare foot sliding in a defensive crouch across the dirt, golden pinpricks shifting towards the bumbling mutt - - only for a sea of white to reflect a howling phantasm he had hoped to never wake to. A cacophony of monstrous wailing filled his perceptions to the brim, AGONY AND NEEDLES AND BURNING AND CLAWS, they never rested, they never stopped, they never allowed him a moment of solace, lest their calls get ever closer in the night.

A roar less than human, incisors sharpened past the point of razors, bulk and sinew sewing weaving themselves into a horrible, eldritch caricature of fur-flecked muscle - The visage of trauma made manifest, slavering jowls cracking wide with the terrified howl of a strangled child muffed by an all-devouring maw, and the swiftness by which the pup was caught in a gilded, enormous, furious cage was asinine. hewouldnotdiehewouldnotdieHEWOULDSURVIVEbecauehelovedherHELOVEDHERMORETHANANYONE ..(I HATE YOU!! IT’S YOUR FAULT I’M HERE, EH! I HATE YOU, YOU BI- - ) He did not bite down, he would not bite down, as a voice that must be his own sobbed from a single corner of his mind, that this was not the enemy, this was not the end, this was your charge. Fear, his eyes beheld nothing but terror as golden mirrors sought her own, as though pleading to disengage him from the nightmare he was experiencing.

;;Take me then, it’s where I belong, the sea, sea, by the wrathful God of the sea.|

#acherys #Tell me a tale| |BLOODY SPADE #A CHILD LOST IN TIME| |Maveric #CHAINED;;HOLD BACK RAGNAROK| |Maveric #Zoey;;DEATH DOES NOT ABSOLVE THESE TIES| |Zoen #[[ me: this'll be cute! sparring!! ]]#[[ TIRIS IS A WOLF I'M A FUCKING FOOL ]]

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thesealovesme · 5 years

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you. give me zoen and maverick facts. ive been newly invested. i need to know the facts. also I need to know how he reacted to seeing his dead sister as an amnesiac zombie for the first time

@acherys - HEY U

- - Ah! I have plenty !! A great deal of their relationship has been fleshed out behind closed doors, but in regards to his reaction to her newfound zombiehood… Maveric actually found out about her death beforehand, by a(traitorous) member of her party at the time, and that… went well, and is also the first time he has ever lost control of his Devil Fruit. [ HIS REACTION TO HER DEATH IS HERE ]Afterwards, when he saw her again, he acted as though nothing was different, she didn’t remember him, but the dissociation is strong in this one, and a part of his psyche was simply so relieved that she still walked and talked that he convinced himself that everything was fine, and in that regard, he hadn’t been the one who had left her alone to die.

My interactions with Zoen follow my preferred canon of Maveric having been in the Donquixote pirates for several years, being one of the children who joined on Spider Miles - due to his strength and combat prowess already being leagues beyond the other kids, he was given to the Pica Army as a Spade member, leaving mere weeks before the Corazon incident to make his own path. Zoen joins after he’s already gone off to be his own man, but he’s still incredibly loyal to Doflamingo, and came back on request.. to… essentially babysit a little tiny Zoey.

FACTS;;- - Maveric even as a youth had the ability to manifest his will in Busoshoku Haki, with a little bit of tutoring from Doflamingo and the other Officers, he got gud. - - - - - Trying to teach the same to a baby dandelion puff didn’t work out.- - - When in Azeroth, Maveric is often mistaken for a Kul Tiran afflicted by the Worgen Curse, due to his impressive height, ridiculous love of the ocean and accent, and tendency to turn into a massive wolf when angered or in combat. While the combination is unorthodox, it also isn’t completely unheard of.- - - They’re an incredibly useless duo, never send them on missions, they always fuck up.- - While Maveric complained literally the whole time about having to protect Zoen, he was actually an insanely lonely child, having spent so long alone getting hunted by dinosaurs and massive monster wolves, and actually cared for her more than anyone else at the time.- - He blames himself for leaving her before she was strong enough to protect herself, and thus, blames himself for her death, because as soon as he left her for real, she FUCKING GOT KILLED.- - - If anyone ever lets slip who killed her, all hell will break loose.– Zoen has tried more than once to teach Maveric to read - no attempts succeeded.– Tiris still remembers Maveric, because wolves never forget their pack mates.

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thesealovesme · 4 years

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hey pup did you know that if you let me stab you you'll be back in HER good graces and also your sister will acknowledge you as her brother again. Plus you'll get to (un)live with me!!! Just think about it!!

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

FALLEN ANGELS THAT HAD TORN THEIR OWN WINGS APART IN RAGE AS THEY FELL, down, down, down - not quite ablaze with the torment of HELLFIRE, but somewhere in between the rancid subjugation that was a very HUMAN mind, and the simple peace that came with resting soundly amongst weeds. They called this pretty angel a GOD, but oh, oh, NO, the beast knew better. Maybe he would be, one day - but as a zealot, the Bloody Moon’s criteria was cutthroat. Fickle was the deity that lost a throne, held in contempt by betrayed knights who no longer felt as though the steel grip on their souls was enough to keep them safe. A god was absolute, there was no doubt, no struggle - an all-encompassing LOVE was that by which you worshiped, only to be severed by your own misdemeanor. AND HOW DARE THIS WRETCHED CORPSE INSIST HE HAD ANY SWAY OVER HIS BELOVED.Fangs bared as the sea-chained predator tightened the noose about his own neck, a split at the seams of sanity in the form of a row of pearlescent headstones. And when a clenched jaw parted, it was not the voice of dissociative denial, of a sin-scarred monster who knew so, so little about the happenings of the world as he drowned his woes in the bottom of a mug, no, each syllable was laced with a toxic ichor choked out by forceful respect. (You have no room to speak, yourself, he who failed that SISTER OF YOURS.)

“Aye, Pretty Angel - it’s a good promise, but a rotten lie. My Beloved, she’d never reek as bad as ye’, an’ she don’t go taking souls off the vine like yer’ fixing to make a cheap glass o’ wine. An’ there ain’t nothing you can force my strung up corpse ta’ dance to, that’d change my mind about it - I live for Her, I survive for Her, and only when She decides that was enough atoning, will I lay down and die, eh. Neither one o’ us has a right ta’ Zoey, no matter how many ways ye’ got her mind quartered - - - not you, not me, not th’ Daughter of the Sea, not that back-asswards Witch, or even Doffy. We all went an’ failed her, the only one who hasn’t is that dumb mutt who died with her. Either all, I can say rightly that I’ve thought about it plenty, still a no.”

;;Take me then, it’s where I belong, the sea, sea, by the wrathful God of the sea.| |

#necroarchy #Found the snail| |Answered #Zoey;;DEATH DOES NOT ABSOLVE THESE TIES| |Zoen #BLOODY MOON| |Maveric #I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE THE SEA| |Maveric #[[ i was going to answer THIS LIKE A JOKE BUT HE ACTUALLY GOT MAD ]]#[[ rip mav ]]

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thesealovesme · 4 years

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tiris attacks!!! his jaws clamp shut!!! he growls so fiercely!!!! your fate is sealed!!!! you shall be nibbled!!!!

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

Nigh was the hour by which a child could rest when hunted in the day, hunted in the night, hunted in sky, on land, through brushfire and booming downpour - no, the only safe havenwhere aches eased and solace was quiet enough to shed tears into the open arms of an all-consuming LOVE was within HER EMBRACE. But he could no longer reach her, the foolish boy who had scorned her protection, and as such, the feral youth rarely slept these days, only falling to chaotic dreams when his form simply disallowed him to function - this was one such hour. - - FANGS GNASHING, the rolling rumble of a storm in the form of calculated claws, a razor vice inches from clamping down around a hot jugular - - (HE WOULD NOT DIE HE COULD NOT DIE HE OWED HER AT LEAST THIS WRETCHED LIFE HE WOULD NOT ALLOW THEM TO HAVE IT.)

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHHHHHHH! ! !”

A MONSTER TORE THE BOY ASUNDER, clawing fallow flesh off the bone and lacing talons into the bleeding tendons, the claws shot out of the barrel of a metaphorical GOLDEN GUN stored too far back in a displaced psyche to matter where it was aimed. Perhaps a tiny, tiny part of a still-human devil-sold soul had recognized the pup at the last breath, for it was NOT a fatal cage that locked the sooty beast against the harsh, cold reality of the dirt, nails digging troughs in the mud. Heavy breath as heavy spirit, recognition brought fear to a once-again-child’s scarred visage, and regret transformed claws into a gentle, calloused palm, stroking the hound as though his prior killing intent hadn’t been palpable on the air.

“Don’t… fuckin’. Dumb fuckin’ mutt.”

;;Take me then, it’s where I belong, the sea, sea, by the wrathful God of the sea.| |

#acherys #Found the snail| |Answered #A CHILD LOST IN TIME| |Maveric #Tell me a tale| |BLOODY SPADE #Zoey;;DEATH DOES NOT ABSOLVE THESE TIES| |Zoen #[[ me: yeah when mav was little wolves would be harder on him ]]#[[ frost: ]]#[[ frost: . ]]#[[ frost: hey tiris ]]

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thesealovesme · 5 years

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Fingers card through a tangled nest of gold tacky with crimson, skating the edge of a still-flowing tear with the same delicacy of a snake travelling over the thin shells of its eggs. "It's nothin', Mavvy." A smile would be offered, then quickly retracted, when the bruise on her cheek made itself heard. "They're dead, anyways. Tiris and I got 'em." Testament to her growth, that no hitch stalls her speech at the muscle memory of how a throat shudders when parted by a knife.

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

It was such an ugly sight, the hellish depravity of that which had the will to survive in lieu of others - it was him, it was a child ripped apart at the seams and sewn back together in a derelict caricature of what a ‘human’ should have been.(FOR YOU ARE NOT A GOD, YOU CANNOT PROTECT HER FROM EVERYTHING, YOU ARE NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO BE THERE, FOREVER.But it seems, despite it all, you CREATED something, didn’t you? You took a little girl and made her into a MONSTER.)And yet, he knew no other way to allow her to remain. Her kindness was akin to the love of a GOD, but her strength…was not. It was not such a simple thing as ‘growing up’, down here, on this earth,not when the little white seeds of a dandelion grew knives at the end of its journey instead of flowers. Suddenly, he had knelt, taking hold of both slender wrists, to remove them from blood and tears, a normally taciturn visage melting into something that could be construed as agony, or softness.

“Good. Any fucks who give y’shit, kill em’. I survive cause’ Her. You… survive cause’… worth livin’, ok? M’strong, can’t beat me - get stronger, stronger’n any fuck.. That way… no one’s gotta worry, you don’t gotta worry.”

Strong enough to protect anyone, strong enough to survive anything, strong enough to LOVE ANYONE. (They need to be grateful, for all they know was created by US.) (We can make more, if they choose heresy, their lives are worthless.) (SHE’S NOT SHE’S NOT SHE’S NOT SHE’S NOT SHE’S NOT - - -)

;;Take me then, it’s where I belong, the sea, sea, by the wrathful God of the sea.|

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thesealovesme · 7 years

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Relationship ask: did u fuckin cry when i died or not, furball.

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

“SAY IT AGAIN, YE’ SALT-SUCKIN’ WRETCH, AN’ I’LL OFFER UP YER’ BONES TO TH’ SEA.”

The messenger would survive, more than likely, after having been made to become far too intimate with a now splintered table, as the recently established New World pirate clawed the door asunder in order to stalk outside the establishment.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit shitSHITSHITSHITSHIT.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Why had he just assumed that the little golden-hearted idiot would be ok? His former captain had told him to look after her, and he had, until she had found her own way, her own people - he was just a voiceless vagabond, so why wouldn’t she do better with a bunch of self-righteous do-gooders with sticks up their shining asses?He had stopped playing her pet, her guardian, her ‘brother’… for just a short while, and this is the news they try to shove down his throat? (A worthless god, can’t create anything, and sure as hell can’t keep anything safe) (what sort of god can’t keep a single mortal alive?) (you didn’t even know.) (YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK.) (ZoeyI’msorryDoffyI’msorryWHYISEVERYTHINGSOFRAGILE?)

“ZOEY, WHAT THE FUCK? YE’ LITTLE SHIT, WHO TOLD YE’ YOU COULD GO A N - -”

At this point, he was merely bellowing into an empty forest, when his body went rigid, the Colour of armament coating each arm - and then strained against its muscular confines, sinew and bone expanding and weaving itself into his signature ‘Crescent’,

A horrendous scream, the sound of a grieving horror, would cause havoc to the trees surrounding the monstrosity, sound waves shaking the very foundation of the earth in two - before there was a pause, a hitch in the abomination’s throat, his entire form shuddered, and grew.

They say there is a state that all Devil Fruit users can obtain, known as ‘Awakening’, for those of the Zoan class, this ‘Awakened’ form is generally far easier to unlock than a Paramecia or Logia - unfortunately, the more carnivorous or powerful the Zoan, the more difficult it is to contain the animalistic, predatory instincts of the beast in question.

“B̶͇͉͉ḼO͔̙̮O҉͎͚D͓̼́Y̙͡ ͓E͉̗͔͓̠͈CL͏̰I̺̥͉̹P̜͇̗͈̮̬̰S̵̭̳̪͈͚E͎̼̺̦.̩̣̲.̮̼̘ͅͅ.̢̫̮̝̮̫̤͉.̬̼̮͉͜ ͚̥͔ ͞ ̣͎̱̭̺̻́ ̤̠͟ ̢̳̖̬̹̲̭͕ ͔͙̼́ ̪̲̝̠͔̥̖̀ ̷̼̣͙̲̗̺̭ ͔͚̜̥̰ ̧̭̖ͅ ̱̬͚̖͔͎̥ ̱͇͙̱̭ ̷̼̫H͓̙͇̳AN̟̳̬̟͘G͎͔Ḙ̼͕̯̘̠̳D҉̮̪̱̠̮ͅ ͈….M̰̩̪̥̘͖͙͜A̷N.̩̤….“

;;Take me then, it’s where I belong, the sea, sea, by the wrathful God of the sea.|

#exspiravitae #Found the snail| |Answered #Zoey;;DEATH DOES NOT ABSOLVE THESE TIES| |Zoen #I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE THE SEA| |Maveric #BLOODY MOON| |Maveric #CHAINED;;HOLD BACK RAGNAROK| |Maveric #//ok but what if tiris was extra awesome because she was used to having a big white wolf instead before #IT ALL LOOKS DIRE| |Abilities

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